Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Nero was full of cum, sweaty, achy, and on top of Miguel—his personal definition of happiness. He beamed at his lover and signed, [I love to have my ass filled with your cum.]
Miguel’s face, shiny with fresh sweat, rubbed against his. [I can still hear you.]
Nero chuckled. “But it’s fun to sign obscenities.”
Miguel shook his head, but before he could have pulled away, Nero cupped his face and gave him a deep kiss. Shivering, Miguel stretched what remained of his tongue and rubbed it against Nero’s as they lazily finished their afternoon quickie.
Just in time for dinner.
They dressed in comfortable silence, which finally ended when Nero glanced at the tattooing chair. “I’m tempted to cover another spot on you. What do you say?” he asked.
Miguel shrugged and offered him a sheepish grin. [You’re the boss.]
That was exactly right, because this was Nero’s studio. Well, most of the time, he thought about it as theirs, because while Miguel had no talent for art, he helped with everything else and was the partner Nero didn’t know he needed.
At the start of their new life, he’d been worried how he’d cope with staying true to a single partner, but as time passed, it became clear that the emotionally detached encounters he used to engage in were junk food when compared to the nutritious meal he was now having each day. Three years on, he still couldn’t get enough of his sexy beast.
But it was time for a different kind of sustenance, so they walked past the reception area, decorated by an intricate mural depicting wild animals in the jungle, and then out into the dark evening.
There were no street lamps in the narrow alley outside, but the glow from the apartment above was enough to guide Nero as he pushed the key into the lock, about to—
“Hands up,” said a breathy, unfamiliar voice, freezing Nero on the spot. He exhaled and looked up at the glass door to see a dark shadow looming behind him. Was it the Caimans? No, those bastards would have been smarter in their approach, and as promised, Ramiro had left them in peace.
His gaze drifted along the glass, and when he saw the outline of a knife in the hand of a man standing behind Miguel’s back, his shoulders relaxed.
“Are you boys fucking serious?”
The assailant with the bottom of his face covered by a bandana frowned in confusion. “This isn’t a joke, fucker!””
Nero swallowed laughter. Those two were amateurs, but even an amateur could do serious damage when stabbing blindly. “Look, I don’t have money on me. Let me grab some,” he said and opened the studio, walking in without bothering to wait for an answer. If worse came to worst, he’d kick the idiot to the ground. But as he stepped behind the counter and approached the steel baseball bat mounted behind it, the street erupted with a cacophony of noise.
There was no point in pretending anymore.
Nero grabbed his weapon and leaped over the reception desk to see Miguel’s tall figure shoving a smaller man to the pavement.
The other one was already down, his knife in Miguel’s hand. “You’ll regret this!” he whined, struggling to get up. His bandana had fallen off, revealing a barely there wisp of a mustache.
Miguel grunted at him like an angry bear, and when the guy tried to get up, he gestured at him with the knife. That was enough for the would-be assailant to cower.
Nero wasn’t nearly as subtle and smashed his bat down, so hard the bastard’s knee caved. A shriek tore through the night, prompting Nero to kneel and press his hand hard over the kid’s mouth.
“We have fucking neighbors.”
Tears streamed down the guy’s face, and his partner in crime gave them a terrified stare, raising his hands, but not daring to get up. “We’ll go! We’ll go! So sorry!”
[Tell them to never dare step foot on this street] Miguel signed with a snarl. Since losing his tongue he’d become much more expressive with his gestures, and Nero actually kinda liked that.
Nero shoved his bat at the other boy. “You two are lucky you didn’t try this a few years ago. Back then, I’d have aimed at your face. So help me keep living like a good citizen and don’t ever show your faces on this street. Am I making myself clear?”
“Y-yes!” The unscathed one crawled away with eyes like saucers, while his buddy with the broken knee curled up with a wheeze.
Miguel shook his head. Despite staying away from trouble nowadays, it was nice to get a reminder that Miguel could handle anything. If Nero wasn’t so satisfied from their quickie, he would have pulled Miguel back into the shop for one.
The pathetic excuses for robbers hobbled away under Miguel’s watchful eye.
Nero sighed and closed the shop once he put the bat back on the wall. “First time since we opened. Not too bad.”